Philip Roth: ‘It was my good luck that happiness didn’t matter to me….’

When I’m feeling disheartened by the fiction I’ve been reading (it happens), I reach for something by Philip Roth. He never lets me down. It’s not that his books are all masterpieces of the order of Sabbath’s Theater or The Counterlife, but that, even when he misfired (Our Gang, the Nixon satire, or the disastrous… Continue reading Philip Roth: ‘It was my good luck that happiness didn’t matter to me….’